I had a few things to say about being dragged to a so-called Free City tied up like a goat on a spit, but even I knew I was better off not running my mouth just now.

But there, standing at the entrance to the garden, wearing a khalat the colour of a breaking dawn and that faint smile that meant she knew she was outsmarting someone, was Shazad.

Jin always smiled at me like we were both about to be in big trouble and he loved it. The prince smiled like he was forgiving you for it.

I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.

I was really interested in acting and thought secretly I could do it but didn't tell anyone. It was a quite private thing that I wanted to do.

When your dad comes back from a faraway land with bows and arrows and spears wrapped up in a carpet... that's cool.